It’s 12:00am 4/20, and in 15 hours my flight will depart for Mexico City, Mexico. Before leaving for my study abroad program, Public Health in Mexico, I decided to spend a week at home to spend time with family and friends. However, throughout that whole week I was constantly reminded that I was leaving for Mexico on Monday through conversations with my family and friends, but it never actually hit me that I was going to be spending eight weeks of my summer in a place that I had never ventured to before.
Yeah I took Spanish in college and in high school, but outside of the history and culture lessons on Mexico, I didn’t know much about the country. As I am sitting here typing this blog post, I can’t tell if I am feeling scared, anxious, or excited. To be honest, it is probably a mix of all three however it did not hit me that I was leaving so soon until I began packing. As I was trying to figure out which pieces of clothing would get left behind due to the limited size of my suitcase, I said to myself, “Yo, I’m leaving to Mexico tomorrow…”. I talked about what I was doing this summer almost all spring quarter but I kind of brushed off the significance of the experience. But here I am with racing thoughts going through my head, wondering if I have gotten everything I needed, or what I’m going to do with my first bit of free time? I guess I won’t know the answers to all these questions till I get there, so we’ll just have to wait and see what Mexico has in store.